Booty Poetry - What's Yours?

Here's the latest.

I want to point out that somewhere in the world, someone wanted to find a documentary about cheese.

Cheese.

And then, well, I don't know why someone would want a picture of a panty liner or how it is that I've become the Internet's first source on all that is Pirate Booty, but whatever.

Mostly, I am entertained by the person -- some lovely Aussie in Sydney -- who stopped by looking for poems about booty calls. It really just makes me infinitely happy.

And perhaps a little inspired.

Booty Call: A Haiku

Horny and alone.
Could try my luck at the bar...
Nah, I'll just call you.

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Update:

I encourage you all to add your own Booty Call verses (in comments or via email). I will post them all. Hopefully, we will make that person in Sydney very, very happy.


othur-me writes:

There once was a man who was tiring,
But his loins it did seem they were firing,
So he picked up the line,
And called Adeline,
Her services well worth aquiring.

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Michael writes:

The Haiku adventures of 70's pick up line guy:

What's your sign baby?
Can I get fries with that shake?
Yes, I'm serious

You must be tired
You know you have been running
through my mind all day

Baby, your daddy
must have been a terrorist
'cause you are the bomb

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anonymous writes:

You're not the kind of girl I'd take home to mom,
So I dumped you and dated Cindy instead.
But now I'm lonely because Cindy has moved on,
And you are the kind of girl I'd take to bed.

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happy momma to three writes:

Once booty calls
involved a dial tone
and a phone line

Now it's 5 minutes
one condom
and some KY

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julie writes:

There once was a boy with a case
of the most hideous, butt-ugly face
so he got on the net
where he surely could get
someone slutty and desperate on Myspace.